A Recent Read – One Hundred Years Of Solitude

The first of two very different books I have recently finished.

one hundred years

One Hundred years of Solitude by gabriel garcia marquez (translated by Gregory Rabassa)

“One of the most influential literary works of our time, One Hundred Years of Solitude is a dazzling and original achievement by the masterful Gabriel Garcia Marquez, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. One Hundred Years of Solitude tells the story of the rise and fall, birth and death of the mythical town of Macondo through the history of the Buendia family. Inventive, amusing, magnetic, sad, and alive with unforgettable men and women — brimming with truth, compassion, and a lyrical magic that strikes the soul — this novel is a masterpiece in the art of fiction. Probably Garcia Marquez’s finest and most famous work.”  (Synopsis from ebay)

It is odd when you read a well reviewed book and feel very differently about it. Yes the characters were amusing and memorable. Due to their geography, the town remained isolated until the railroad arrived. An illustration of how isolation can cause a rift between the area mentality and the outside political environment. Where else can you find the character of an old grandfather tethered to a tree in the back yard.

For me, finishing it was a little like walking through mud but I got there.

The most memorable quote for me is: “The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”

That really rings true for me- more each year. Solitude and I are great companions, fortunately. How does this quote strike you?

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9 thoughts on “A Recent Read – One Hundred Years Of Solitude

  1. I read this book some years ago and absolutely loved it – the style is so unique and I have since read several more of Marquez’s books. I can understand the quote – I think we need to be comfortable with our own company as well as with that of others. Perhaps it’s something you can learn, but some people never come to terms with it.

    • An old saying- the dying is easy, it is the living that is hard. Having been with a number of people, including both of my parents when they passed, i am less afraid of dying. Both of my folks greeted people I could not see around the day of their death. Maybe dying is not as lonely as we think.

  2. Interestingly I was thinking of this book when I bought a new begonia today. I remember some magical begonia garden in the house. Now I have to retread it. Have you read his Love in the Time of Cholora?

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